Ok. Sorry again that this one is late. In this thrilling chapter, we get to read some of Angel's mail and endure a painfully "humor"-laden conversation that she has with Rick. Hooo boy!
Chapter 29: Mail
Angel had been away from home for two weeks. Mrs. Camaletti had been getting all of her mail for her. [well that’s a thrilling way to start a chapter]. On Mrs. Camaletti’s hall table, there were 4 letters declaring that Angelica Kerris could win 10 million dollars, 5 bills, a letter from the American Red Cross, a small envelope with a gold foil stamping, and another letter. [are y’all taking notes?]
Curious, she opened the small one first. The letter was an engraved invitation to … Dustin’s wedding! Finally! Oh, this was exciting. What would she wear? While her mind happily raced, the postmark on the other letter caught her eye. Silver Lake, Michigan.
“What’s that little vixen want now?” she said aloud. [seriously? She said that out loud?]
Angel read Marie’s letter.
Angel –
You make me sick. You weren’t content to just steal Mr. P. from me, you’re after Scotty too. Well forget about that. I’ll stop you—no matter what it takes.
~ Marie
Angel shook her head sadly and said out loud: “That woman is insane.”
The phone rang and Angel screamed. “I’ve got to learn to control myself,” she reprimanded herself.
“Camaletti residence.”
“Yes, this is the electric company. Is your refrigerator running?” [LOL. Not.]
“Old joke, Rick,” she laughed.
“Got me, Angie.” Rick Steiner said.
Angel had left Mrs. Camaletti’s phone number on her answering machine. She was glad Rick had called. Marie’s letter had upset her, and Ricks’ cheerful personality was just what she needed.
“How’s it going?” he asked.
“Okay. And you?”
“Bout the same.” [zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz]
“Good to hear. How’s Scott?”
“Not good. That’s mainly why I’m calling.” [so you can interfere in his life again because it’s not as if he’s an adult or anything and after all, you’ve known him for a whole, like, couple months]
“Oh? What’s the matter?”
“It’s Marie.”
“I figured as much. Did they break up?”
“No. But things aren’t good. I was wondering if you’d talk to Scotty Boy about this.”
“Me? Rick, I think I’d be the last one he’d want to talk to. This is practically all my fault.”
“Curt said you’d take the blame for this,” Rick said, more to himself than Angel. [you mean that she’d make it all about herself?]
“Mr. P? You’ve spoken to him?”
“Yeah. We’re good friends.”
“Scott too?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Hasn’t Mr. P. spoken to Scott about Marie?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“And Scott still wants to talk to me about this?”
“Yeah, why?”
“It’s just confusing, that’s all.”
“Yeah, why?” [oh just stick a spork in my pancreas]
“Rick!” Angel cried, feigning annoying playfully.
“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
“So will you talk to my brother?”
“Of course.”
“Good. We’ll be in Minnesota Friday. Is that OK?”
“No. Sorry. Chris and I are throwing Bobby a going-away-again-party.”
“Chris?”
“Chris Benoit. He’s my boyfriend.” [my characters are the worst communicators ever.]
“Oh. How ‘bout Saturday?”
“Fine with me.”
“We’re at the Capri Hotel. Know where it is?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. See you then.”
“Rick?”
“Yeah, Angie?”
“Give Mr. P. my phone number, will you?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks. Bye, Rick.”
“Seeya Angie.”
NOTES
1) So Angel’s Best Friend Ever, Mr. P., doesn’t even have her phone number??? No wonder it’s such a tragedy when people move. Out of sight, out of contact. Except for Rick Steiner, who calls Angel all the time so that she can talk some AngelSense into Young Scott’s life. What a good friend. Who apparently doesn’t even know that Angel has been dating Chris for several chapters now.
2) Could there have been less action in this chapter?
3) What is Marie’s deal, you ask? Why is she sending stupid letters to Angel? Remember, sending letters is her m.o. Too bad this one didn’t have anthrax inside it. I’ve heard that Angel was allergic to that. Anyhoo, don’t worry. We haven’t heard the last from Angel’s arch nemesis.
COMING UP NEXT:
Bobby seems upset but won't tell anyone why and Angel and Dustin talk about sex. Hawt. Join us next time for ...
Chapter 30: Something's On His Mind
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
update tomorrow! (or maybe even late tonight)
Hi all,
Sorry to have missed my usual Tuesday. I had a mountain of work. Almost literally, but not quite. I promise an update will be posted either late tonight or tomorrow morning.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to hug some male friends.
-F.O.
Sorry to have missed my usual Tuesday. I had a mountain of work. Almost literally, but not quite. I promise an update will be posted either late tonight or tomorrow morning.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to hug some male friends.
-F.O.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Chapter 28: Who Can You Trust?
Welcome to your weekly installment of wrestling fanfiction that I wrote in middle school. Today: Angel tries to sort out her feelings about Chris’s proposal by having three stupid interactions with three stupid people. My dialogue tags get a wee bit out of control in …
Chapter 28: Who Can You Trust?
“Hold still,” Angel chided while she bandaged Dustin’s left bicep.
“Ouch!” He cried as she bumped the wound. “Watch it, will you?”
“Sorry,” she muttered, clasping the bandage. “You’re done. Come back tomorrow if the pain starts up again.” Angel said in a lifeless voice.
“Thanks,” said Dustin, hopping off the examination table. “Hey, Angel, what’s with you today? You angry with me?”
“No Dustin, I’m sorry. I’ve just had a bad day. I shouldn’t take it out on you.” She sighed.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“No, thanks.” [gasp! Did she just refuse the chance to cry and overemote?]
“Allright then. Cheer up, huh?” he kissed her on the forehead and left.
Angel sunk down into the leather couch [wait. Now her office has a leather couch?!?] and pulled her hair from her ponytail, letting it flow over her shoulders. She glanced at the clock. 3:57. Her day was over. What a horrible day it had been. First her argument with Chris, then she nearly attacked Dustin for no reason [uhm, or you just kind of weren’t particularly gentle with his wounded bicep. It’s not like you took a scalpel to his face. Maybe next time try that.] and … now what, she thought as she got up to answer the knock at the door.
“Hey, Angelica.”
“Hi, Bobby,” she murmured.
“Chris told me what happened.”
Angel did not reply. She just looked at the floor.
“He wants to apologize.”
Angel’s face lit up in confusion.
“Why? He didn’t do anything wrong.”
“He thinks so.”
“Where is he? I need to talk to him.”
“Sulking in the locker room.” [oh GLORY.]
“Thank you, Bobby,” she said, hugging him warmly.
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Angel knocked softly on the locker room door. There was a light on in the far corner of the huge room. Chris was laying on a bench, hands behind his head, knees in the air. He looked as if he’d been crying […of course].
“Chris?”
He sat up when he heard her voice. “Hi, Angel,” he said in a shaky voice.
“Mind if I sit down?”
Chris shook his head. Angel sat close to him.
“Bobby talk to you?”
Angel nodded.
“Angel, I’m sorry. I truly am. I had no right to say what I did to you. Just the thought of losing you makes me …” his voice cracked and he broke off and turned his head away from her.
She handed him a tissue [HUZZAH!].
“Thanks.”
“Chris,” she began in a voice barely above a whisper. “Chris, don’t blame yourself.” She touched his shoulder lightly. “You had every right to say that to me, because I can’t deny it. I can’t. There’s still a little part of me that doesn’t trust anybody, not even you. I’ve just got to learn not to let that little part of me ruin my life. So please Chris, don’t ever blame yourself for that. With people like you and Bobby [wtf is he doing here?] in my life, maybe I’ll be able to defeat that little part of me, and then I’ll be ready to marry you. Please understand that, because if I ever lost you, I don’t’ know what I’d do either.” She let out a little sob and Chris turned to face her.
“I love you, Angel.”
“I love you too. More than I’ve ever loved anyone else.”
They embraced, heads on each others’ shoulders, tears still falling. A long while later, Angel stood. “I’ve got to go. Mrs. Camaletti’s pets are waiting.”
Chris sneezed. [LOL. Not.]
“Bless you.” Angel smiled and shook her head.
“Thanks.”
Angel held both of his hands and looked into his eyes. “One day, I’ll be ready. I promise.”
“I’ll be waiting. I’ll wait forever if I have to.”
“It won’t take that long,” she said, half-smiling. She kissed him with a new found passion, and then left for home.
NOTES:
1) Was there a point to that Dustin scene? Ok, I didn’t think so either.
2) Was there a point to that Bobby scene? Oh right, he had to inform Angel about Chris’s sulking locale. I’m sure she wouldn’t have checked the locker room.
3) So who thinks Angel and Chris will actually make it to the altar? I mean, he said he’d wait forever. That’s some patience. I’m sure he actually means it and wasn’t speaking figuratively.
4) That interaction between Chris and Angel (Changel?) might not have been too bad, if it weren’t for all the sobbing and clichés and the fact that Angel was there.
Alllllrighty then. We’ve got a good one on tap for next time. I know y’all miss Marie/Nightshade/plot contrivance as much as I do. And I’ll bet you’re thinking to yourselves: “Wowlions! It’s been too long since Angel has interfered in the Steiner Brothers’ lives. And how about some really useless dialogue to pad out the end of a chapter … and could you throw in a casual mention of one of Angel’s BFFs whom she inexplicably never talks to anymore?” Well you’re in luck! All are coming your way in …
Chapter 29: Mail.
Chapter 28: Who Can You Trust?
“Hold still,” Angel chided while she bandaged Dustin’s left bicep.
“Ouch!” He cried as she bumped the wound. “Watch it, will you?”
“Sorry,” she muttered, clasping the bandage. “You’re done. Come back tomorrow if the pain starts up again.” Angel said in a lifeless voice.
“Thanks,” said Dustin, hopping off the examination table. “Hey, Angel, what’s with you today? You angry with me?”
“No Dustin, I’m sorry. I’ve just had a bad day. I shouldn’t take it out on you.” She sighed.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“No, thanks.” [gasp! Did she just refuse the chance to cry and overemote?]
“Allright then. Cheer up, huh?” he kissed her on the forehead and left.
Angel sunk down into the leather couch [wait. Now her office has a leather couch?!?] and pulled her hair from her ponytail, letting it flow over her shoulders. She glanced at the clock. 3:57. Her day was over. What a horrible day it had been. First her argument with Chris, then she nearly attacked Dustin for no reason [uhm, or you just kind of weren’t particularly gentle with his wounded bicep. It’s not like you took a scalpel to his face. Maybe next time try that.] and … now what, she thought as she got up to answer the knock at the door.
“Hey, Angelica.”
“Hi, Bobby,” she murmured.
“Chris told me what happened.”
Angel did not reply. She just looked at the floor.
“He wants to apologize.”
Angel’s face lit up in confusion.
“Why? He didn’t do anything wrong.”
“He thinks so.”
“Where is he? I need to talk to him.”
“Sulking in the locker room.” [oh GLORY.]
“Thank you, Bobby,” she said, hugging him warmly.
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Angel knocked softly on the locker room door. There was a light on in the far corner of the huge room. Chris was laying on a bench, hands behind his head, knees in the air. He looked as if he’d been crying […of course].
“Chris?”
He sat up when he heard her voice. “Hi, Angel,” he said in a shaky voice.
“Mind if I sit down?”
Chris shook his head. Angel sat close to him.
“Bobby talk to you?”
Angel nodded.
“Angel, I’m sorry. I truly am. I had no right to say what I did to you. Just the thought of losing you makes me …” his voice cracked and he broke off and turned his head away from her.
She handed him a tissue [HUZZAH!].
“Thanks.”
“Chris,” she began in a voice barely above a whisper. “Chris, don’t blame yourself.” She touched his shoulder lightly. “You had every right to say that to me, because I can’t deny it. I can’t. There’s still a little part of me that doesn’t trust anybody, not even you. I’ve just got to learn not to let that little part of me ruin my life. So please Chris, don’t ever blame yourself for that. With people like you and Bobby [wtf is he doing here?] in my life, maybe I’ll be able to defeat that little part of me, and then I’ll be ready to marry you. Please understand that, because if I ever lost you, I don’t’ know what I’d do either.” She let out a little sob and Chris turned to face her.
“I love you, Angel.”
“I love you too. More than I’ve ever loved anyone else.”
They embraced, heads on each others’ shoulders, tears still falling. A long while later, Angel stood. “I’ve got to go. Mrs. Camaletti’s pets are waiting.”
Chris sneezed. [LOL. Not.]
“Bless you.” Angel smiled and shook her head.
“Thanks.”
Angel held both of his hands and looked into his eyes. “One day, I’ll be ready. I promise.”
“I’ll be waiting. I’ll wait forever if I have to.”
“It won’t take that long,” she said, half-smiling. She kissed him with a new found passion, and then left for home.
NOTES:
1) Was there a point to that Dustin scene? Ok, I didn’t think so either.
2) Was there a point to that Bobby scene? Oh right, he had to inform Angel about Chris’s sulking locale. I’m sure she wouldn’t have checked the locker room.
3) So who thinks Angel and Chris will actually make it to the altar? I mean, he said he’d wait forever. That’s some patience. I’m sure he actually means it and wasn’t speaking figuratively.
4) That interaction between Chris and Angel (Changel?) might not have been too bad, if it weren’t for all the sobbing and clichés and the fact that Angel was there.
Alllllrighty then. We’ve got a good one on tap for next time. I know y’all miss Marie/Nightshade/plot contrivance as much as I do. And I’ll bet you’re thinking to yourselves: “Wowlions! It’s been too long since Angel has interfered in the Steiner Brothers’ lives. And how about some really useless dialogue to pad out the end of a chapter … and could you throw in a casual mention of one of Angel’s BFFs whom she inexplicably never talks to anymore?” Well you’re in luck! All are coming your way in …
Chapter 29: Mail.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Chapter 27: A New Proposal (part II)
Chapter 27: A New Proposal (Part II)
When we last left Chris and Angel last Tuesday, he was on one knee and had asked her to be his bride. You’ve been patiently waiting all week … I can’t torture you any longer (except for the usual torture involved in reading this blog). Your wait is over in …
Chapter 27: A New Proposal (Part II)
“Angelica, will you marry me?”
“Chris … I … I can’t.”
“What?” he rose to a standing position.
“I can’t.”
“You … can’t?”
“No. Not now. I’m not ready.”
“Oh.” Chris put his head down and started for the door. “Okay.”
“Chris, where are you going?”
“The locker room.” He said without looking up.
Angel grabbed his shoulder. “Chris.”
He locked eyes with her.
“I love you. I’ll do anything for you. But I can’t marry you yet. I’m just … not ready. Please understand.”
“I understand.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“I get off work at 4:00. [what kind of wrestling card is this??] I’m going to Mrs. Camaletti’s at 6:00. Will you come?”
“Sure.” He lowered his eyes.
“Chris, don’t do this to me.”
“I’m sorry, Angel. I just need to think.” He turned to leave again.
“Chris.” Angel called back.
“Yeah?” he whirled to face her, tears gleaming in his eyes.
“You really understand?”
“Yeah, Angel.” His voice was quiet, angry, and hurt. “I understand. You don’t trust me. You think I’ll hurt you like Marty and Marcus did. You’re the one who needs to understand things better.”
Angel called after him, but he was already out the door.
Chris slammed the locker room door angrily behind him.
“Damn it!” he shouted, pounding a row of lockers. [gasp! He’s swearing?!? He must be angry. Or evil inside.]
Tex Slazenger and Shanghai Peirce cleared out quickly. [woah! I remember those guys! Mostly.]
Bobby Eaton rose from his seat and approached Chris. “Hey, calm down.” Bobby led Chris to a chair and they both sat.
“Should’ve told me that before.”
“What happened?” asked Bobby.
“I just totally blew up at Angel.”
Bobby arched his eyebrows. Chris never rose his voice to anyone. [uhm … he’s a wrestler. 90% of promos consist of shouting] And Angel was the last person he would be expected to yell at.
“She couldn’t go out tonight, so I proposed to her. She said she wasn’t ready. I … I don’t’ know what made me act the way I did, but I accused her of not trusting me. God, I feel like a jerk.”
Bobby squoze Chris’ shoulder. [in the manliest way possible]
“Everyone gets riled up sometimes.”
“I had no right to do that to her.” [Chris, calm down. You weren’t that out of control.]
“I’m sure she understands.”
“Are you always this optimistic?”
Bobby smiled but did not reply.
“So what should I do?”
“Talk to her.”
Chris pondered on this for a minute. [how much pondering does this take? It’s pretty simple advice.]
“Want me to talk to her first? See how she feels?” [oh for the love of PETE will you two stop acting like kids in middle school????]
“Would you?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks, Bob. I appreciate it.”
“Sure,” he said again. [compelling dialogue, as usual]
“I’m gonna hit he showers,” announced Chris, rising. [is that an invitation?]
“Seeya.”
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NOTES:
1) Bobby seriously irks me. I kind of want to throw acid on him. It’s hard for there to be a chapter where I hate someone worse than I hate Angel, but Bobby wins here.
2) I don’t know why, but I am highly amused by Chris’ reaction to Angel’s rebuff. To me, it sounds like: “Will you marry me?” “No.” “Ok, later.”
3) Of course she said no. I learned the hard way about writing myself into a corner. That being said, I remember being completely confused about where to go from here after I wrote this chapter. Wait ‘til you see the next roadblock I throw in front of their relationship. It’s overwhelmingly dumb.
Coming up next …
Angel yammers on and on and on to three different men about some crap. There is crying. Sounds good, no? See you next time for …
Chapter 28: Who Can You Trust?
When we last left Chris and Angel last Tuesday, he was on one knee and had asked her to be his bride. You’ve been patiently waiting all week … I can’t torture you any longer (except for the usual torture involved in reading this blog). Your wait is over in …
Chapter 27: A New Proposal (Part II)
“Angelica, will you marry me?”
“Chris … I … I can’t.”
“What?” he rose to a standing position.
“I can’t.”
“You … can’t?”
“No. Not now. I’m not ready.”
“Oh.” Chris put his head down and started for the door. “Okay.”
“Chris, where are you going?”
“The locker room.” He said without looking up.
Angel grabbed his shoulder. “Chris.”
He locked eyes with her.
“I love you. I’ll do anything for you. But I can’t marry you yet. I’m just … not ready. Please understand.”
“I understand.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“I get off work at 4:00. [what kind of wrestling card is this??] I’m going to Mrs. Camaletti’s at 6:00. Will you come?”
“Sure.” He lowered his eyes.
“Chris, don’t do this to me.”
“I’m sorry, Angel. I just need to think.” He turned to leave again.
“Chris.” Angel called back.
“Yeah?” he whirled to face her, tears gleaming in his eyes.
“You really understand?”
“Yeah, Angel.” His voice was quiet, angry, and hurt. “I understand. You don’t trust me. You think I’ll hurt you like Marty and Marcus did. You’re the one who needs to understand things better.”
Angel called after him, but he was already out the door.
Chris slammed the locker room door angrily behind him.
“Damn it!” he shouted, pounding a row of lockers. [gasp! He’s swearing?!? He must be angry. Or evil inside.]
Tex Slazenger and Shanghai Peirce cleared out quickly. [woah! I remember those guys! Mostly.]
Bobby Eaton rose from his seat and approached Chris. “Hey, calm down.” Bobby led Chris to a chair and they both sat.
“Should’ve told me that before.”
“What happened?” asked Bobby.
“I just totally blew up at Angel.”
Bobby arched his eyebrows. Chris never rose his voice to anyone. [uhm … he’s a wrestler. 90% of promos consist of shouting] And Angel was the last person he would be expected to yell at.
“She couldn’t go out tonight, so I proposed to her. She said she wasn’t ready. I … I don’t’ know what made me act the way I did, but I accused her of not trusting me. God, I feel like a jerk.”
Bobby squoze Chris’ shoulder. [in the manliest way possible]
“Everyone gets riled up sometimes.”
“I had no right to do that to her.” [Chris, calm down. You weren’t that out of control.]
“I’m sure she understands.”
“Are you always this optimistic?”
Bobby smiled but did not reply.
“So what should I do?”
“Talk to her.”
Chris pondered on this for a minute. [how much pondering does this take? It’s pretty simple advice.]
“Want me to talk to her first? See how she feels?” [oh for the love of PETE will you two stop acting like kids in middle school????]
“Would you?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks, Bob. I appreciate it.”
“Sure,” he said again. [compelling dialogue, as usual]
“I’m gonna hit he showers,” announced Chris, rising. [is that an invitation?]
“Seeya.”
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NOTES:
1) Bobby seriously irks me. I kind of want to throw acid on him. It’s hard for there to be a chapter where I hate someone worse than I hate Angel, but Bobby wins here.
2) I don’t know why, but I am highly amused by Chris’ reaction to Angel’s rebuff. To me, it sounds like: “Will you marry me?” “No.” “Ok, later.”
3) Of course she said no. I learned the hard way about writing myself into a corner. That being said, I remember being completely confused about where to go from here after I wrote this chapter. Wait ‘til you see the next roadblock I throw in front of their relationship. It’s overwhelmingly dumb.
Coming up next …
Angel yammers on and on and on to three different men about some crap. There is crying. Sounds good, no? See you next time for …
Chapter 28: Who Can You Trust?
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Chapter 27: A New Proposal (part I)
Welcome back, friends. So when we last left our characters, Angel casually informed Chris about her parents' tragic death and Bobby got in trouble with Arn for hugging Angel. Or whatever. Onward and foward:
Chapter 27: A New Proposal
“Hey, Bob, can I talk to you?” Chris asked, rising from his spot on the couch.
Bobby and Chris were hanging around in Chris’ hotel. [not a dressing room? Huzzah! But why does he have a couch in there? Is it a suite?] It was the second day of Bobby’s visit.
“Go ahead.”
“Well, actually, I want to ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
“Show you something, actually.”
“Chris, do you want to talk to me or not?” Bobby asked, laughing.
“Okay, Okay.” Chris reached into his back pocket. He pulled out a small velvet box and opened it for Bobby. A gorgeous diamond ring sparkled.
“Sorry, Chris, I’m already married.”
“What do you think?” asked Chris, completely missing one of Bobby’s rare jokes. [maybe because it wasn’t actually funny]
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Do you think Angel will like it?”
“Who wouldn’t? Are you sure you’re ready to get married, Chris?”
“I love her, Bob. I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”
“It’s a big step.”
“I’ve thought about it for a long time. I’m ready.”
“Is she?”
“I hope so.”
“When are you going to ask her?”
“Tonight.”
“What if she says no?”
“Sheesh, Bobby! I can’t think about that now! Happy thoughts! I need happy thoughts!”
Bobby laughed softly.
“Bobby … will you be my best man?” [calm down, Hoss!]
“Chris, I’m honored, but you haven’t even asked her yet.”
“Well, I was a boy scout.”
“So?”
“I’m always prepared.” [lol. Not.]
“I should’ve known.”
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Angel groaned as she watched Steve Austin and Brian Pillman enter the ring on a little monitor in her office [watch those modifiers dangle!]. “Stunning” Steve and “Flyin” Brian were two of the most arrogant, annoying people she knew [pfft, whatever. They were awesome.] But, even though she despised them both, it was her job to help them, and Brian was going to need it.
About ¾ of the way through the match, Brian’s ankle made a loud popping sound. Angel cringed. Sounded like a break [expert medical training kicks in!]. He tagged in Steve, who finished off the opponents with a Stungun.
Angel buzzed for an ambulance because she knew Brian would need one. The break was probably the worst Angel had ever seen. Brian was screaming in pain. He was forwarded to the hospital. After signing all of the release forms, Angel said a little prayer for Brian [when did she become religious?] and cleaned up.
“Hey, Sunshine.”
Angel screamed.
“Geez, calm down. It’s only me.” Said Chris, walking over to Angel.
“Sorry, Chris. I’ve just been a little jumpy lately.” [Ok, this might be semi-not-unridiculous if we hadn’t seen this exact scenario play out twice already.]
He put both arms around her waist. “I’ll say. What are you doing tonight?”
“I promised Mrs. Camaletti I’d pet-sit.”
“Who’s Mrs. Calamari?”
“Camaletti. She’s my next-door neighbor. She always watches Wally, Floyd, and Fluffy for me. She’s going to visit her sister in Wisconsin this weekend, so I said I’d watch her pets for her. You’d be able to come over there, but I’m watching her dog and her three cats, Lilly, Tilly, and Milly.”
Chris sneezed suddenly. “I told you that just mentioning them makes me sneeze.”
“Well I never believed it until now. It’s probably just psychosomatic anyway.”
“You tell that to my nose.” Chris said without smiling.
“Hey, Chris, I was only joking. Don’t look so serious.”
“It’s not that, Angel.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s all Mrs. Kalamazoo’s fault.”
“Camaletti. And why?”
“I wanted to do it before Bobby left.”
“Do what?” asked Angel, mystified.
He took a deep breath and said, “This.”
He reached into his back pocket and drew out a small black velvet box. Chris dropped to one knee and held Angel’s hand.
“Angelica, will you marry me?”
… to be continued
NOTES:
1) I think I was worse at writing “comedy” than I was at writing “drama.” This is godawful.
2) I was wondering how the heck Angel could have pets. Wrestlers travel 300+ days a year. How can you leave two dogs and a cat alone so much? That’s some neighbor.
3) What was the point of that Hollywood Blondes match? Also, I was a huge fan of gory, violent fiction … how could I not have included more details about that broken ankle? How about some bones poking through the skin? The best I could muster was that Brian was screaming in pain? L.A.M.E.
COMING UP NEXT …
So Chris popped the question … am I writing myself into another corner? What will Angel say? Chris’ reaction to Angel’s answer is priceless. Tune in next time for … Chapter 27 part II!
Chapter 27: A New Proposal
“Hey, Bob, can I talk to you?” Chris asked, rising from his spot on the couch.
Bobby and Chris were hanging around in Chris’ hotel. [not a dressing room? Huzzah! But why does he have a couch in there? Is it a suite?] It was the second day of Bobby’s visit.
“Go ahead.”
“Well, actually, I want to ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
“Show you something, actually.”
“Chris, do you want to talk to me or not?” Bobby asked, laughing.
“Okay, Okay.” Chris reached into his back pocket. He pulled out a small velvet box and opened it for Bobby. A gorgeous diamond ring sparkled.
“Sorry, Chris, I’m already married.”
“What do you think?” asked Chris, completely missing one of Bobby’s rare jokes. [maybe because it wasn’t actually funny]
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Do you think Angel will like it?”
“Who wouldn’t? Are you sure you’re ready to get married, Chris?”
“I love her, Bob. I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”
“It’s a big step.”
“I’ve thought about it for a long time. I’m ready.”
“Is she?”
“I hope so.”
“When are you going to ask her?”
“Tonight.”
“What if she says no?”
“Sheesh, Bobby! I can’t think about that now! Happy thoughts! I need happy thoughts!”
Bobby laughed softly.
“Bobby … will you be my best man?” [calm down, Hoss!]
“Chris, I’m honored, but you haven’t even asked her yet.”
“Well, I was a boy scout.”
“So?”
“I’m always prepared.” [lol. Not.]
“I should’ve known.”
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Angel groaned as she watched Steve Austin and Brian Pillman enter the ring on a little monitor in her office [watch those modifiers dangle!]. “Stunning” Steve and “Flyin” Brian were two of the most arrogant, annoying people she knew [pfft, whatever. They were awesome.] But, even though she despised them both, it was her job to help them, and Brian was going to need it.
About ¾ of the way through the match, Brian’s ankle made a loud popping sound. Angel cringed. Sounded like a break [expert medical training kicks in!]. He tagged in Steve, who finished off the opponents with a Stungun.
Angel buzzed for an ambulance because she knew Brian would need one. The break was probably the worst Angel had ever seen. Brian was screaming in pain. He was forwarded to the hospital. After signing all of the release forms, Angel said a little prayer for Brian [when did she become religious?] and cleaned up.
“Hey, Sunshine.”
Angel screamed.
“Geez, calm down. It’s only me.” Said Chris, walking over to Angel.
“Sorry, Chris. I’ve just been a little jumpy lately.” [Ok, this might be semi-not-unridiculous if we hadn’t seen this exact scenario play out twice already.]
He put both arms around her waist. “I’ll say. What are you doing tonight?”
“I promised Mrs. Camaletti I’d pet-sit.”
“Who’s Mrs. Calamari?”
“Camaletti. She’s my next-door neighbor. She always watches Wally, Floyd, and Fluffy for me. She’s going to visit her sister in Wisconsin this weekend, so I said I’d watch her pets for her. You’d be able to come over there, but I’m watching her dog and her three cats, Lilly, Tilly, and Milly.”
Chris sneezed suddenly. “I told you that just mentioning them makes me sneeze.”
“Well I never believed it until now. It’s probably just psychosomatic anyway.”
“You tell that to my nose.” Chris said without smiling.
“Hey, Chris, I was only joking. Don’t look so serious.”
“It’s not that, Angel.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s all Mrs. Kalamazoo’s fault.”
“Camaletti. And why?”
“I wanted to do it before Bobby left.”
“Do what?” asked Angel, mystified.
He took a deep breath and said, “This.”
He reached into his back pocket and drew out a small black velvet box. Chris dropped to one knee and held Angel’s hand.
“Angelica, will you marry me?”
… to be continued
NOTES:
1) I think I was worse at writing “comedy” than I was at writing “drama.” This is godawful.
2) I was wondering how the heck Angel could have pets. Wrestlers travel 300+ days a year. How can you leave two dogs and a cat alone so much? That’s some neighbor.
3) What was the point of that Hollywood Blondes match? Also, I was a huge fan of gory, violent fiction … how could I not have included more details about that broken ankle? How about some bones poking through the skin? The best I could muster was that Brian was screaming in pain? L.A.M.E.
COMING UP NEXT …
So Chris popped the question … am I writing myself into another corner? What will Angel say? Chris’ reaction to Angel’s answer is priceless. Tune in next time for … Chapter 27 part II!
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